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August 14, 2005

Little Henry. My Brave Boy.

It's so easy to take things for granted when the movements, shuffling about, and routines of the day keep the mind occupied and busy. Like today, for example.

I was busy cooking dinner (chili!), Hank was feeding Kate, and Alison and Henry were out in the back playing. Suddenly I heard wailing from the backyard, followed by shouting. "Come help! Help!" Usually Hank and I run a little triage by first assessing how serious and high pitched the screams are before dashing to their rescue. (Once when Alison was wee, she screamed a blood curdling scream from outside -- I dashed outside only to find that she was actually squealing from delight). So screams come in a variety of pitches and levels of shrillness, and they don't always signal an emergency. Usually one of the kids has something mild, like a scraped knee or poked eye or a bonked head. But today was different.

Little Henry was on the grass yelling in pain. Alison quickly gave me the update, "Henry was trying to get down (from the slide). . . I tried to help him. . . I tried, Mama, but he started falling.....and then he just slipped out of my hands. He's hurt, Mama."

Immediately I checked for bumps on his head. (Those always scare me most) All clear.

I looked for blood. All clear.

"His arm. He's not moving his arm." Hank notices.

At this point, Kate was screaming a my-dinner-was-interrupted scream so Hank took her inside. And Henry continued to cry. So I held him. I just held him and rocked him in my arms like a baby. I kissed his forehead while he cried. And cried. And cried.

When Alison wrapped her arms around the two of us, he cried harder and sobbed deeper. My little boy was in pain. My rough and tumble boy was now suddenly fragile and little and scared and sad.

Once inside the house, Henry pleaded to go to his room to take a nap. "Tired, Mama....I'm tired....." he kept saying through his tears and sobbing. In an effort to see if he could move his arm, Hank said, "Henry give me five up high....." That only made Henry cry harder.

"Do you want a piece of licorice?" I tried.

More tears.

"I think he needs to go to the emergency room," Hank stated.

Even more tears.

After much persuasion, Hank managed to get Henry into the car. Alison and I watched Henry cry as they backed out of the driveway. It was so hard to watch them drive away.

******FLASH FOWARD THREE HOURS*********

Hank just called from the emergency room. I can hardly hear him as there's so much damn static in our connection. It doesn't really matter, though, because my brain is only taking in parts of the conversation. All I hear is broken arm........lots of swelling......stay overnight........ different hospital..... ambulance......... possibility of surgery...... circulation problems....... monitoring..... good pediatric orthopedist....... very brave..... didn't cry.

And then he hands the phone over to Henry, and suddenly the line is crystal clear. I hear Henry's little voice pushing through the line, "I love you forever, Mama." I hear a little break in his voice, but he recovers. He's trying hard to be brave for Mama.

*********

The house is still and quiet now. The girls are asleep, and the rest of the evening is mine. Usually I spend this free time tidying up the house and closing up shop. But tonight I leave Henry's room as is. His bed that he "unmade" shortly after I made it. His toys strewn about. The book on the bathroom floor. The socks in the hallway. His trucks on the sofa.

I will leave this mess, these traces of my little boy. I will leave them just so. They'll be ready for him when he returns home. God I can't wait.

Oh poor little Henry! And poor Mama and Daddy. I had tears in my eyes reading this and thought of my little Mia and how she'll get into scrapes and bumps in the years to come. Lots of big hugs to your brave little boy.

Oh dear Leslie I hope you're alright. This must be one of those moments when it's really hard to be a mama. Your little boy away from you in hospital. I'm not a mama and I don't have mama ambitions but I can imagine that although they do leave the house occasionally you rather send them off to school then to a hospital. So having the house to yourself must have been awful instead of fun. My thoughts are with you and little "boef" Henry.

Oh sweet Henry!! And poor Mama...how awfully traumatic for everyone. I do hope his arm heals fast (as those young ones do!), and that everyone is able to be back in each others arms again so very very soon. Thinking of you!!

WoW! I can imagine how you must be feeling. I got all teary reading this. It doesnt matter if it is a broken arm or a holey heart, its never easy to see your precious little ones in pain. If there is one thing Iknow, folks at hospitals take extra special care of the little ones. Im sure he is in good hands. I will keep all of you in my thoughts and prayers for speedy recoverys and less stressful times. Maya is pretty proud of her big scar and I bet Henry will be too!

Oh Leslie! I'm so sorry to hear what you are all going through... my friend's 2 year old broke her leg earlier this summer. The good news is, they heal so darn quickly when they're young! She only had a cast on for 3 weeks! I'm sure Henry will be similar, and he'll be back to his normal self before you know it! *hugs*

Aww, Leslie. Poor Henry and poor you and Hank. I feel so bad for you. There is nothing worse than having your baby hurt. I always just wish it was me instead of my babies. I was tearing up while reading this. I wish him a speedy recovery!

Oh geez, that is horrible! Breaks my heart to read about him in the hospital and everything. I hope he gets home safely. He will be the same little Henry as before, but he'll be sporting a cool cast, perhaps. Thinking healing thoughts for you all!

Oh sweet little Henry... don't worry Leslie, it'll be ok. Just like Jenn said, he'll be running around in his superman cape in no time. I just know it.

My neice had a very bad accident when she was just a toddler, and had to wear a full body cast for quite some time because she had such a violent break to her leg. There was a lot of mystery surrounding the accident because it happened at the babysitters house...it was so painful to see my sister's baby hurt like that, I know just how you feel.

What a little trooper! How scary it must have been for you, but sounds like everything will be OK and he'll have so much fun showing off his cast and telling the story that goes with it. Wonderfully written. :)

Oh my gosh, Leslie! I am so sorry to hear! How heart-wrenching-scary! I know your little Henry is super rough and tumble and will bounce back in no time flat. Monkey and I are sending big warm hugs to him and to you.

Les:
Even though I was there for the whole thing, your writing really touched me deeply, perhaps even more than the actual events, if that makes any sense. As you know, I can sometimes lose sight of the big picture in times like this, especially forgetting the feelings of those left behind. Your description of the empty house made me sad, and reminded me that things on your end were probably more difficult than mine. I love you, and I love your writing...

OH my! Poor poor baby. I'm crying for him and mommy and daddy and sistys too. Its so hard when they are really hurt. Jaden was SO concerned when Jon was in the hospital. We have had one staple in the head (suprisingly on Jaylie not Jaden) so far, but I'd be VERY suprised if that was the end of it:) Henry is in my prayers!